first comer, and I will keep my word.’ So words and tears were of no avail; the
parson was sent for, and she was married to the fiddler. When this was over
the king said, ‘Now get ready to go—you must not stay here—you must travel
on with your husband.’
Then the fiddler went his way, and took her with him, and they soon came
to a great wood. ‘Pray,’ said she, ‘whose is this wood?’ ‘It belongs to King
Grisly-beard,’ answered he; ‘hadst thou taken him, all had been thine.’ ‘Ah!
unlucky wretch that I am!’ sighed she; ‘would that I had married King Grisly-
beard!’ Next they came to some fine meadows. ‘Whose are these beautiful
green meadows?’ said she. ‘They
belong to King Grisly-beard, hadst thou
taken him, they had all been thine.’ ‘Ah! unlucky wretch that I am!’ said she;
‘would that I had married King Grisly-beard!’
Then they came to a great city. ‘Whose is this noble city?’ said she. ‘It
belongs to King Grisly-beard; hadst thou taken him, it had all been thine.’
‘Ah! wretch that I am!’ sighed she; ‘why did I not marry King Grisly-beard?’
‘That is no business of mine,’ said the fiddler: ‘why should you wish for
another husband? Am not I good enough for you?’
At last they came to a small cottage. ‘What a paltry place!’ said she; ‘to
whom does that little dirty hole belong?’ Then the fiddler said, ‘That is your
and my house, where we are to live.’ ‘Where are your servants?’ cried she.
‘What do we want with servants?’ said he; ‘you must do for yourself whatever
is to be done. Now make the fire, and put on water and cook my supper, for I
am very tired.’ But the princess knew nothing
of making fires and cooking,
and the fiddler was forced to help her. When they had eaten a very scanty meal
they went to bed; but the fiddler called her up very early in the morning to
clean the house. Thus they lived for two days: and when they had eaten up all
there was in the cottage, the man said, ‘Wife, we can’t go on thus, spending
money and earning nothing. You must learn to weave baskets.’ Then he went
out and cut willows, and brought them home, and she began to weave; but it
made her fingers very sore. ‘I see this work won’t do,’ said he: ‘try and spin;
perhaps you will do that better.’ So she sat down and tried to spin; but the
threads cut her tender fingers till the blood ran. ‘See now,’
said the fiddler,
‘you are good for nothing; you can do no work: what a bargain I have got!
However, I’ll try and set up a trade in pots and pans, and you shall stand in the
market and sell them.’ ‘Alas!’ sighed she, ‘if any of my father’s court should
pass by and see me standing in the market, how they will laugh at me!’
But her husband did not care for that, and said she must work, if she did
not wish to die of hunger. At first the trade went well; for many people, seeing
such a beautiful woman, went to buy her wares, and paid their money without
thinking of taking away the goods. They lived on this as long as it lasted; and
then her husband bought a fresh lot of ware, and she sat herself down with it in
the corner of the market; but a drunken soldier soon came by, and rode his
horse against her stall, and broke all her goods into a thousand pieces. Then
she
began to cry, and knew not what to do. ‘Ah! what will become of me?’
said she; ‘what will my husband say?’ So she ran home and told him all. ‘Who
would have thought you would have been so silly,’ said he, ‘as to put an
earthenware stall in the corner of the market, where everybody passes? but let
us have no more crying; I see you are not fit for this sort of work, so I have
been to the king’s palace, and asked if they did not want a kitchen-maid; and
they say they will take you, and there you will have plenty to eat.’
Thus the princess became a kitchen-maid, and helped the cook to do all the
dirtiest work; but she was allowed to carry home some of the meat that was
left, and on this they lived.
She had not been there long before she heard that the king’s eldest son was
passing by, going to be married; and she went to one of the windows and
looked out. Everything was ready, and all the pomp and brightness of the court
was there. Then she bitterly grieved for the pride and folly which had brought
her so low. And the servants gave her some of the rich meats, which she put
into her basket to take home.
All on a sudden, as she was going out, in came the king’s
son in golden
clothes; and when he saw a beautiful woman at the door, he took her by the
hand, and said she should be his partner in the dance; but she trembled for
fear, for she saw that it was King Grisly-beard, who was making sport of her.
However, he kept fast hold, and led her in; and the cover of the basket came
off, so that the meats in it fell about. Then everybody laughed and jeered at
her; and she was so abashed, that she wished herself a thousand feet deep in
the earth. She sprang to the door to run away; but on the steps King Grisly-
beard overtook her,
and brought her back and said, ‘Fear me not! I am the
fiddler who has lived with you in the hut. I brought you there because I really
loved you. I am also the soldier that overset your stall. I have done all this only
to cure you of your silly pride, and to show you the folly of your ill-treatment
of me. Now all is over: you have learnt wisdom, and it is time to hold our
marriage feast.’
Then the chamberlains came and brought her the most beautiful robes; and
her father and his whole court were there already, and welcomed her home on
her marriage. Joy was in every face and every heart. The feast was grand; they
danced and sang; all were merry; and I only wish that you and I had been of
the party.
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